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After reading the article below, it became shocking clear to me how much I miss and desperately long for the little things that make a marriage/intimate relationship so fullfilling.
In my marriage, my husband was the strong one who carried the weight of the families safety and security (as I perceived it incorrectly during the marriage, in theory more than reality due to the physical and emotional harm he actually had caused) on his shoulders. He was a very loving and nurturing partner and father and always an outstanding provider.
Whenever he would get sick, like a minor cold, or stepped on a rock that bruised his heel, or witnessed someone that was sick and sure he was coming down with something fatal like dengue fever, malaria, or west nile virus, lol, I happily and lovingly tended to my sick and on the verge of death spouse’s every need. And I did so happily and lovingly as it was one of the very few times I could be his source of comfort and his strength and backbone. I loved to care for him when he was struck with a “killer cold”. It gave me the chance to be his everything.
The other situation that I always came through for him was our Snake/Spider agreement. I handled any encounter with snakes for him as he was deathly afraid of them and he in return handled any spider encounters for me due to my insane arachnophobia. Btw, I think I may have saved him from more snake encounters as in our line of work we seemed to come across a lot. It made me feel incredible useful.
Being single now for almost two years has brought to the surface some emotions about the little things that I loved about being married. I miss that kind of closeness and long to feel and be that role for someone once again.
The bottom line is, I miss being in love. I miss have a partner to walk through life with and yes, I miss making soup for my guy who has a cold and kissing his forehead. I miss picking out the very best kleenex for him so his nose doesn’t become as red as rudolphs. I miss being tender and affectionate and have tenderness, affection, and love showed to me.
I miss the little things that create a bond between two people and sharing my life with someone. I miss love.
A Couple’s Worst Nightmare: The Common Cold – DivineCaroline
I’ve found out that there is a Secondary Survivors Support Group in my area. There are support groups for the Primary survivors as well but it seems like its for adult survivors. I’m gonna go to this meeting and hopefully they will know if or where I can find a group for teen survivors for my daughter to attend.
She participated in group therapy with about four girls her age at the end of her year long one on one councelling. She really loved the group therapy because she met and bonded with a few girls who knew exactly what it feels like to be a CSA survivor. Truth is, its great to have support of any kind but its different when you have the benefit of support from people who’ve suffered the same trauma as you. They have experienced the same roller coaster of complex emotions and have thought the same thoughts that are unique to your shared traumatic experiences.
This is what I’ve been searching for. Others out there like me who have lived through the same unfortunate kind of trauma that I can connect with and maybe even start to find some healing.
Hopefully the group that meets weekly in my area is the first step in the right direction towards finding some peace, the light at the end of the tunnel that I’ve been searching for so long for.
The image above is the property of The Star Online
Check out this astounding young ladys blog. Her story is heartbreaking. Her bravery is remarkable and her resolve to inspire change is heroic.
She is a warrior in my opinion, fighting to bring awareness to an epidemic of injustices suffered by children across the world. She fights not with her fists, but her body, in beautiful dance. A dance to bring awareness to the problem of childhood sexual assault. My message to her is to stay strong. You have an amazing opportunity to inspire change and bring awareness. Who knows how many young lives will be changed for the better through your stories and sharing your dance. Though I’ve never met her, I feel a strong bond forged by similar stories we’ve endured. She’s a warrior for the young and innocent. I admire her strength and send her much love and respect.
You can also read more about her mission and her story from The Star Online.
- Walking to Stomp Out Sexual Assault (indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com)
- Calgary teen in court after alleged sexual assault of three boys in foster home (news.nationalpost.com)
- Bravery of a warrior (runimal800.wordpress.com)
And then he said;
“I FUCKING LOVE YOU HOLLY!”
And then I walked away.
This is a picture of a necklace that one of my friends is wearing. She said she’s had it for years.
I absolutely love it.
So im gonna try to recreate it.
I’ll take a picture of what i come up with.
A Post Secret share from my BFF. I love my friends. They’re awesome.